The painful dragon's roar echoed in Fang Fan's mind for a long time, causing Fang Fan's expression to change and his speed to increase a bit.
Behind him, the left law enforcement horse's hooves splashed, following closely behind, while Zhang Fei's Demon Ape leaped forward with great momentum, and the speed was not bad between the ups and downs. And further behind, there were several military spirits to deal with the opponents and follow them across the city wall.
.
Buzz buzz!
It seemed as if there were a hundred monks chanting sutras, but it was indeed more detailed and chaotic, as if countless people were whispering in my ears, which made people irritated.
And during this process, painful dragon roars echoed in Fang Fan's sea of consciousness, and a feeling of despair spread.
The army soul was not satisfied with its speed, and there were no equivalent generals. The following lines of defense could not pose a threat to the army soul at all. They directly broke through and crushed them all the way. Finally, when they entered the inner city and approached the imperial city, an altar appeared in front of them.
In front of everyone.
What shocked Fang Fan even more was that at the top of the altar, a ferocious dragon was tightly tied to it.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Fang Fan suddenly felt a fluctuation and took out an object from the space wristband. When he saw it, it was the incomplete double-headed jade pendant.
When Fang Fan took it out, the dragon seemed to feel something and roared angrily towards Fang Fan.
Fang Fan put away the jade pendant, looked away from the bound dragon, and looked to the side.
Next to the dragon is a strong man in brocade robes with a sinewy face.
This was the first time that Fang Fan saw Dong Zhuo, but Fang Fan recognized him at a glance. Although Dong Zhuo was huge, he was strong but not fat. His whole body was full of strong muscles, and he exuded a fierceness.
His temperament directly allowed Fang Fan to confirm his identity.
Next to Dong Zhuo were two people dressed as Confucian scholars. According to the information obtained, they should be Li Ru and Jia Xu.
And kneeling in front of them was a thin young man, full of nobility and wrapped in dragon energy. He should be the king of men, but I don't know if he is Liu Bian or Liu Xie.
But in an instant, many thoughts went through Fang Fan's mind. Without changing his speed, he came directly to the edge of the square, stared at Dong Zhuo, and shouted coldly.
"Dong Zhuo, your situation is over. Now you still have a chance to turn back."
Dong Zhuo turned his head when he heard the sound, his face was twitching, and he was smiling but not smiling.
"It's not up to you to decide who wins or loses."
"Stubborn!"
Fang Fan's eyes widened, and from the depths of his big hand, the hand that covered the sky fell hard towards the altar.
"Humph, get up!"
Buzz!
There was a buzzing sound, lines on the ground lit up one after another, streams of spiritual energy gathered, and a thin film appeared on the altar out of thin air.
Bang!
A thin film that seemed to be breakable by a finger did not break under Jin Emperor Fang Fan's attack. It was just a little darker in color, causing Fang Fan's pupils to shrink slightly.
"Xiangguo, I will stop him."
"Um."
Dong Zhuo looked at Jiaolong with burning eyes. Hearing the words, his breath came out of his nose and he responded slightly.
Jia Xu strode down from the altar, pinched his fingers, and drove one spell after another into the membrane, allowing it to recover quickly.
"Did you set up this formation?"
When Fang Fan saw this, his face showed a strange color and he asked aloud. In the process, his hand did not stop at all. Jin Di Fang Fan did not stop at all. Long Yuan unsheathed and struck down hard.
"Of course I did it."
Jia Xu had a slight smile on his face, and he pinched his fingers quickly, bringing out afterimages on his chest, and the spiritual energy fluctuated, driving the magic into the film.
Ding!
Long Yuan's golden sword hit the membrane and opened a small opening, which was closed in an instant, but Fang Fan showed a smile.
"Sir, you are a great talent, but you still can't stop me. Why don't you submit to me and live in peace?"
Fang Fan smiled broadly, the golden light of Long Yuan in his hand shone again, and a more powerful sword energy came out from the blade, while Zhang Fei and Li Yang who rushed to the side also attacked the film at the same time.
Seeing this, Jia Xu's face turned pale. He didn't answer Fang Fan's questions. He pinched his fingers repeatedly and even bit the tip of his tongue. He sprayed a mouthful of hot blood on the film, dyeing it a light red.
Ding! Boom! Boom!
The film rippled, but it did not break and remained firm.
Seeing this, Fang Fan glanced at the top of his head again. The golden dragon was getting closer and closer, and his face suddenly stood up.
"Keep attacking and let's see how much blood and essence he can spray."
As soon as he finished speaking, the golden light on Longyuan lit up, and stars appeared all over it. A sharp aura was brewing, and after a short period of accumulation, it struck down hard.
At the same time, Zhang Fei jumped up, fell from the air, and with the help of gravity, punched the film hard.
At the same time, the law enforcement officer Zuo charged, the golden light from the eight-edged spear shone and fell on the film.
Click!
puff!
Under the combined efforts of the three military spirits and three thousand troops, the film finally shattered, and Jia Xu directly sprayed out a mouthful of blood mist.
Fang Fan glanced at Jia Xu and then at the lines on the ground. In the end, he did not attack him, but instead shouted coldly.
"Don't worry about him, kill Dong Zhuo!"
"kill!"
Dong Zhuo heard the sound, turned his head and looked over, snorting coldly.
"waste!"
After saying that, he looked at Jiaolong again. When Jia Xu heard this, his eyes turned cold and he made up his mind.
Seeing this, Fang Fan directly swung down a sword energy, pointing directly at Dong Zhuo.
"Swear loyalty to the Prime Minister to the death!!!"
Jia Xu stood up and jumped directly in front of Dong Zhuo. He was split into two pieces by the sword energy. He didn't know what method he used to kill the sword energy.
Jia Xu's waist was disconnected, his eyes were fixed on Dong Zhuo, his mouth was open, and a weak voice sounded.
"Prime Minister... Prime Minister of the country, I, Jia Xu, have not failed..."
The voice faded, and he lost his life before he finished speaking. Even Dong Zhuo was moved by these words.
Fang Fan frowned and looked at Jia Xu's body.
"Jia Xu? How is it possible? Jia Xu is so loyal? Are the historical records wrong? No, no."
The doubts in Fang Fan's mind became more intense, and a feeling of boredom lingered in his heart.
"No, it went too smoothly. Everything went so smoothly today. Why did Lu Bu die like this? How did Jia Xu die? Isn't this too hasty?"
After thinking about it, Long Yuan swung his hand, and instantly more than a dozen golden sword energy fell down, directly cutting Jia Xu into thousands of pieces, leaving not a single piece of intact flesh and blood.
"Fang Fan, you are going too far!"
Li Ru glared at Fang Fan. Fang Fan ignored him, frowned, and made a move to get Jia Xu's inheritance. But at this moment, a demon ape passed by, pinched Jia Xu's flesh and blood in his hand, and squeezed it.
broken.
"Lord Ning'an, let me help you, hehe."
Seeing this, Fang Fan frowned and took a deep look at Zhang Fei, but did not take any action. He looked at the angry Li Ru, his face full of violent movements, and his expression turned cold.
No matter what the hell he has, just kill them all.
"Kill Dong Zhuo and save the king!"
"Okay, kill!"
Zhang Fei said slightly excitedly, not paying attention to the stagnation of Fang Fan and Li Yang, and rushed straight to the altar, and the demon ape's big palm fell.
